Not As Think As You Drunk I Am, Bro!

So she'd gotten drunk. It hadn't taken long at all. The girl had melted into a pile of cream and grey giggles and had remained that way the whole time. Drunk was great! She felt so happy! Not a care in the world. All responsibility forgotten. Wait. Where was Dunkan? Oh. Oh yeah. She'd sent him back to her den and he'd gone on ahead. Hopefully Bas wasn't too surprised. The thought made her snort and giggle again.

Squinted plum eyes turned up to the yellow wolf standing beside her. Ohh... For a minute she forgot he was here. Asla didn't even hate him right now. She couldn't hate anything. She did want to go home though but she wasn't sure if A) her legs would take her. And B) she could find the way on her own. So C) Naiche had to do it.

Aslatiels speech was just the tiniest bit slurred, but it wasn't terrible. She still didn't get his name right though. "Niceyyyy... take me home." From her place on the ground, laying on her back, of course, she extended her arms upwards and wiggled her paws. "Carry me." Big baby that she was, she didn't think he'd deny her. If he did, she'd probably cry.